"Stay in the car." Sarah Jane ordered through tight lips. I wondered if she remembered the last time police cars pulled up outside of our house; on the day they came to take me away to live with my proper 'parents'. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the steering wheel and drove past the blue and yellow cars into our driveway.

As soon as the engine was off, she jumped out to talk to the policemen that were already coming up our path. Clyde and Rani scrambled round in their seats to look out the windows. My heart was fluttering. Surely…Surely no-one was claiming Keira like they had done with me?

A tap at the window made me jump with nerves and adrenaline. But it was only mum tapping on the window, looking anxious. I rolled my window down and let go of Keira's hand. When had I even started holding it? I was definitely 'losing it'.

"The police said there's been a break-in." Sarah Jane explained. "Come on."

She filled us in quietly as we walked towards the front door.

"Gita saw someone lurking around our house and phoned the police. They arrived in about five minutes, but by that time they had picked the lock of our front door and gone in. The police tried to get into our house to arrest the robber, but Mr. Smith had sealed all the exits by that point."

Clyde looked confused. "Why'd Mr. Smith lock all the doors and stuff? How are we going to get in?"

In answer, Sarah Jane flicked open the top to her watch and pressed a button. I heard a faint click within the thick door and when Sarah Jane inserted her key, the door swung open just as it normally did.

"Stay quiet." Ordered mum. "Unless they have some sort of teleportation device, they shouldn't have been able to get out. I want to sneak up on them instead of the other way around."

She motioned us into the kitchen.

"You think its alien?" asked Rani uncertainly. "I could just be a robber. You've got a big house here that a burglar might find interesting."

Sarah Jane shook her head. "No. I can feel it's alien. I've got a hunch. Now stay here; I don't want any of you getting hurt. We have no idea what we're dealing with. No Luke!" she warned as I started to open my mouth to argue. She knew me too well. But I couldn't believe she was going to look around without any of us to look after her.

She took out her sonic lipstick and slipped out of the kitchen. Sarah Jane could be very quiet when she wanted to be.

I busied myself by making everyone tea. Once I'd got Keira latched on to a packet of biscuits, Clyde, Rani and I went to talk in a corner. We were all listening out for noises in the house, but so far we hadn't heard anything.

"D'you think they've come for her?" Clyde asked, jerking his head towards Keira. "They might have lost her and, like, want her back or something."

If they wanted her back, they'd have to go through me first. I was certain whoever had made her had given her a fatal wound and left her in an alley to die. No way they were getting her back. I looked over at her. Face-down asleep on a plate of digestives. I turned back to Clyde and Rani, who were exchanging a look.

We all jumped as we heard Mr. Smith powering up noisily upstairs.

"Do you think that means its safe to go up?" Rani asked in a hushed whisper. "Sarah Jane wouldn't call him up if she knew someone or something was in the house, listening, would she?"

We left Keira downstairs and headed up. We found mum literally fuming with anger.

"They've taken all the computers!" she all but yelled at us. "They just walked in here and took them all!" she wrung her hands the way she does when she's upset and sat down, hard, on the couch. "Mr. Smith says he detected an alien presence in here around the time the policemen say the break in occurred." She added miserably, "But it was gone so quickly that he couldn't put a containment field around it." Rani went over and hugged her, while I went to talk to Mr. Smith.

"Did you finish analyzing the computers we left you, Mr. Smith?"

"Percentage completed: 91%, Luke." Replied Mr. Smith in his cool voice. "I don't believe that the 9% incomplete were of much importance."

"Thank you, Mr. Smith. Did you have time to work out who came here and took everything?"

"Species confirmed as no human, but other than that I am of little assistance."

I nodded and turned back to mum, who was composing herself. Keira had entered the room without my noticing and was looking out of the skylight in the roof. The last rays of sunlight were falling on her hair. She looked like she was trying to soak them all up.

"Could you give us a summary of all that was on the computers?" Sarah Jane asked Mr. Smith. I snapped my attention away from Keira to the computer in the wall.

"That would take many hours, Sarah Jane." Mr. Smith informed her. "Shall I filter out the bits I think are of some importance to you?"

Sarah Jane considered. "Yes. If you please."

"A group of aliens that do not refer to themselves by name in the documents wanted make a product that could send creatures with humans genetic code into an irreversible sleep. The archetype that you have called 'Keira' was their first experiment into the drug they sought to make. There is a written documentary of the process, in which they inserted a drip with their first solution into the subject's arm and monitored progress. A summary of the progress is that she reacted as they hoped to the treatment, but they had to continually give her more of the solution to keep her asleep. She had never been awake before she came to this house."

Something seemed to click into place. "When we first scanned her, to see if she was alright Mr. Smith picked up the needle in her arm. It must have been the one they used to keep her supplied with the drug and when they disposed of her, it must have snapped off and become imbedded in her arm!"

"Correct, Luke." Confirmed Mr. Smith. "I have analyzed the chemical nature of the solution, which is recorded in the documents and come to the conclusion that a drop the drug could send her into a sleep for up to a week. I believe there is still some drug left over in the needle that is causing her brief minutes of unconsciousness."

"We have to get it out!" I said to Sarah Jane. "If we get it out, then she will be cured of the narcolepsy!"

"It's not as simple as that, though." Sighed Sarah Jane. "To get it out, we would have to take her to a doctor and he would want to know what it was doing in there. We can't take her to a normal Doctor, that's for sure." She turned to Mr. Smith. "We'll have to think about this. Maybe we'll have to contact Torchwood, see if they have a Doctor these days."

A/N- Sorry it's so terrible. I've had writer's block for, like, two weeks and I wanted to get something up for you all to read. I'll try and make the next chapter a little more entertaining; I know this one was quite boring.

Thanks to all my gorgeous reviewers! Have a cookie, (chocolate chip).

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